The shadows snicker around me. Telling me about a….rock? Girl? Guy? I can’t make out their chatter, for there are many. After a moment, I get up. The shadows get serious and I make out what they were talking about. The man with strong powers was here, alive. With a huge rock and a little girl who was a….what were they saying? …Shifter. I immediately get up and jump over to the sound of a scream. I see him, holding a rock. The girl is crying. Before I can feel crushing sadness, he and the girl who had helped me earlier get the girl out of there. But he gets crushed. He whispers something, that much I can tell. But the only thing I can do is smile with watery eyes. One voice can change them all, can’t it?

With a nod of approval to his heroic deed, I continue my stagger to the the girl who helped me before, her wings shooting out. I was about to ask her name, but she cries out with despair, and that shock of sadness hit me coldly, straight to the heart. What is her story?

Watching everything from the shadows of the ruble of the coffee shop, I begin to realize that, perhaps those who become shifters, then become beasts, turn into bad, bad people. Perhaps only Magus and Shifters have a choice. But I shake my head, for those who were beasts from the start can be good. As the hole in the earth appears, I bite the tip of my thumb, thinking as the blood falls. If only there was a weakne-… All beings have a strength and a weakness.

As I see it dig deeper and deeper, I realize it has amazing earth magic skills. Once it messes with the generator and the city begins to fall, I figure lightning magic is good against earth magic, though I know none of either.

I felt truly tired as the girl rises as metal and reforms. God, I’d used so much on shields, I have almost no magic at all left. I slowly slide down. _"Are you okay?" I ask through telepathy to the girl. The Crash made my legs wobbly, and I fell on the ground after an attempt to take a step closer. The shields and shadow spikes… Nothing helped. I had two healing spells, but I was just too damn tired. I was on my hands and knees, but, as tired as I felt, I just let myself lie down until we didn’t need telepathy and the girl was close enough to give me a hand.

{ Wasn’t thinking was screwed over at all. }
{ Wouldn’t dare be mad at you anyways. }
{ Could get modkilled. }

{ Dawn }Magi of the Shadows

I transform my broken shadow scythe into a shield as the girl shoots a beam. I can finally notice that not only are her movements different, but now she has new clothes and hair. I felt like facepalming because I hadn’t realized the hair earlier, but rather just the movements. As the aura around her and this beast collided, I made the shadow shield stretch over me. The collision shot me backwards quite a bit. I landed on my back, but I couldn’t feel any pain. I had too much adrenaline for that. I let my now broken shadow shield return to the shadows. As it returned, I realized it was the source of my adrenaline, and I felt the blow of their colliding magic. Corrosive gas does not mix with dark magic. I looked at my hands to see burns. Whether they were from the blow or my magic, I did not know. Nevertheless, I heard her telepathic message. Knowing I had the ability to send telepathic messages myself, I reply with the image of a thumbs-up.

Feeling the coldness of pain as the adrenaline seeped away, I knew we needed backup soon. We had to shoot a message or something in the air. Forming a few shadow kunai in my hand, I waited for the girl’s command. She fought with experience, or so it seemed, so I could only hope she’d lead me.

{ Pfft. You can make my character do whatever. }
{ Controlling my character may help this progress faster, as I don’t reply quickly. }

Everything around me bounces and blurs, but it isn’t my injury. This beast attacks the girl that healed me. After taking hits and sending hits, I notice her personality almost switches suddenly after she gets spiked. I feel tempted to yell out, but that won’t help. I am stuck with my poor strength, and this day doesn’t seem to be in my favor. I jumped backwards onto a tree, kneeling on the base where the branches begin to start. I peered over at the monster and over to where the cit patrol used to be. With a frown, I thought about my chances. With something this chaotic, this girl and I can’t possibly win. If only we had some sort of backup….

A shard of the spike stabs me in my right arm and I snap out of it. Low hopes won’t win. The most important part of survival isn’t water or food or fire; it’s hope. If you have none of it, you can’t survive. You drown in the darkness. Unless, of course, you are the puppeteer of shadows. And that was what I was. No matter how low I felt, that is how I have to look at it. Shadows don’t control me. Never have and never will. They follow my whims.

A quick twist of my hand and the scythe comes to my hand. I summon a few steak knives. I grasp my scythe and run a wide half-circle around the beast, rearing it’s behind. I send the knives to attack the beast. The second he blocks them, I’ll slice his back with a normal attack. That girl, an ally of mine, will serve as another distraction. Whichever one he falls for will lead fatal. Unless, he discovers that I’m attacking. In which case, I’d hope the girl would use the opening.

As her mind connects with mine, I feel less pain and the headache lifts. Before I can thank her or reply, a huge explosion in the coffee shop shakes me up, but, before I can turn around, waves of heat and some kind of gas flow right over us. I can see Rose eroding from the acidic gas for mere seconds before she is reinforced with magic. I follow her eyes to a huge crater. The building is destroyed. Bones and scattered clothes fill the air and ground. I continue to study the meteor, only to find a dragon-like lizard-like beast that seems to be wear obsidian. As the spikes come out of the ground, I react quickly jumping backwards and pulling Rose by her arm with me. A few feet back from the previous spot, I see a spike rise. ‘The damn thing….Can’t have a normal day now, can I?’ I’ve never seen it before, but the power makes me sure that it is no shifter. I don’t know what to do, nor if the shadows will obey, but I try. I shakily move the shadows around the beast. I could try to have strings of the shadow come over the beast and to the ground, to stop it, but I doubt it will work. The shadows are passive and await my command until it hits me. Shadow weapons might work.

I form two kunai and launch it at the beast, while beginning to form a scythe for me to use. Unfortunately, things as big as the scythe don’t last too long.

{ Sorry for auto-pulling you. }
{ I can edit it out, but I thought getting you out of the way would leave room for him to attack more violently. }
{ Him being the beast. }

I felt extremely thirsty. My mouth was dry, but I focused on her words. “Y-yeah. A Magus who looked like he was a fuzzy fail. And uh…. this other guy…. With a… purple…. sword-y…….. thingy…” My words came slowly. I couldn’t speak well, it was hard to focus. I was still feeling the effects of this mental attack.

I could hear clear voices now, piercing through the cotton in my head. Everything was still a blur, but I managed to open my eyes. It was hard to do anything because my mental state seemed to be confused. I noticed the outline of two people. They both seemed friendly. With a deep breath, I sat up wards and closed my eyes, trying to catch my own bearings. “Ermm…. I’m okay,” I mumbled, assuming that was what was asked. I felt a nice aura wash over me, and after a few moments of letting it wash over me, I opened my eyes again to see two worried faces. Seeing that one is a girl, I look to her and her white dress. “Erm…Are you a shifter?” I shouldn’t have asked, but who’d wear a white sundress when it is this cold outside? Regardless, I judged by heart and soul, not appearance and race. So, either way, she seemed to be a really nice person. “A-are they gone?” I couldn’t let that guy with the blade be around.

{ Since Helltank is quitting, I is kill soon. }
{ I is sorry for slow response, bro. }
{ For some reason, two sentences got cut from the middle of this… 0.o? }

{ @ B_S: Will Utopia fall in two real life days, or two role playing days? }

{ I know I asked for people to join in on the Coffee Shop, but once Helltank hit me, I was done for, and since whomever tried to join in added little information to what was going on, or did little about it besides appearing, I don’t blame Helltank for refusing to read the posts.* }

My head, throbbing and cloudy, tried to think. I couldn’t put my finger on what happened. Dizzyness won over my senses and, even though I tried to lift my head, I failed, and continued to be montionless. I couldn’t really speak, but I was (slightly) aware of my surroundings. Some shouting was going on, but I couldn’t comprehend. It went in one ear and out the other. I forgot about fighting the struggle in my mental sanctuary. I just lay still and hope I can think clearly soon.

{ I got bored after ten minutes; I’ll wait until it is…well, not-live. D: I’ve watched so much Soul Eater in one week on Netflix…I can hardly stand to be on a computer, yet I’ve got nothing to do in real life except my book report, and, as much as I love book reports and writing, I’m just tired of cramming in my book. I’ve got until October 26th, but I hate waiting. }

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